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I never wanna fall in love again
never wanna fall in love again
I never wanna fall in love again
I never wanna fall in love again
once is enough
twice is a tragedy
3 times would be ridiculous
once is enough
twice is a tragedy
3 times would be ridiculous
I never wanna fall in love again
never wanna fall in love again
said that you loved me
thought that you meant it
said that you loved me
how'd that go
said that you loved me
thought that you meant it
said that you loved me
was that so
said that you loved me
you never meant it
said that you loved me
heard it before
said that you loved me
don't think I'll miss it
said that you loved me
there's the door
I never wanna fall in love again
never wanna fall in love again
once is enough
twice is a tragedy
3 times would be ridiculous
once is enough
twice is a tragedy
3 times would be ridiculous
never gonna fall in love again
never gonna fall in love again
never gonna fall in love again
never gonna fall in love again
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Left Handed
02:03
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thin the margin
curve the line
alter the pencil grip
I'm just fine (x2)
what if I told you
I'm just left handed
stuck on a right handed page?
what if you cared about
shading and squiggles
instead of the boxes they made?
thin the margin
curve the line
alter the pencil grip
I'm just fine (x2)
got every other wrong
but half of 'em came out right
what are the odds of that
and why's this margin so tight?
thin the margin
curve the line
alter the pencil grip
I'm just fine (x2)
what if I told you
had the greatest intention
bogged down, stalled out, set back
I don't envision
a way to straighten the hook
uncurl the q
align the page,
I know you think that too, so
thin the margin
curve the line
alter the pencil grip
I'm just fine (x2)
what if I told you
I'm just left handed
stuck on a right handed page?
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This Place Is Nowhere
04:15
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left the note you gave me behind
but the world moved on
10 miles down the road
we're just getting older
I never asked why you always kept your shoes on in bed
pack your things let's not pretend
one of us knows where this road ends
this place is nowhere
pack your things let's not pretend
one of us knows where this road ends
this place is nowhere
start it off
show me how
sing the words
they go round and round
walk everything back on a Sunday afternoon
all the words, sung without intention
light pours out of the unclogged drain
and we're eating orange peels after soccer practice
they cross the skyline cross the skyline
we're just kids who lick their wounds forever
pack your things let's not pretend
one of us knows where this road ends
this place is nowhere
start it off
show me how
shuttered voices screaming out
walk everything back on a Sunday afternoon
all the words, sung without intention
no one is keeping score
another nail in the floor
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1994 Expos
02:25
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grounded out into a halt
winners by default
i guess we always ran the risk
(of being) remembered with an asterisk
[cut off]
cut ourselves down
trimmed our own wings
packed our own things
dragged our memories (feet)
through the stadium's empty seats
we were gonna do the impossible
(a dynasty where no one expected it and i still believed it was going to happen a year after we all shut down)
we had a team for the ages
they struck us down
we struck ourselves down
strike ourselves out
pick ourselves off
climbing up the mountain
climbing up the top
right off the cliff (floyd)
we had the magic tricks
we had the lucky socks
we got shot knifed /culled /stabbed thru
our magic wore off
they cancelled our season
then moved the team
we never won once
but no one ever lost so beautifully
did we ever get the chance?
to do all our ridiculous plans? / to disappoint the fans
did we ever really get the chance?
everything got cancelled, empty out the stands
i shook your hand through the computer screen
zoom wouldn't load, we couldn't be seen
saying goodbye like this (preposterous)
the expos know how that goes
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5. |
2001 Mariners
01:12
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we had a good run
the best run (whole lotta)
the best win total of all time
you really thought we were gonna make it
it was obvious, our team was the greatest
(hit em home ichiro he we go)
116 reasons, who'd believed it, a losing season
swinging and rolling before we get going it's over
we just arrived and lost in five
116 reasons to believe in us, just another losing season
popflyout!
and we didn't make it back then
and we're never gonna get back there again
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6. |
Holes in Yr Cleats
01:29
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the last time i thought about you was a few seconds ago
memories like bees buzz chiming my epipen is in a different home
my heart is all taped up leaking like a crushed styrofoam cup
lifting lids off manhole covers it's not in the gutter cause it didn't disappear it was always gone
your voice is the hole in my left cleat
I carry the space every step with me
we played nintendo all winter break
we forgot to check the brakes for goodness sakes
FOR GOODNESS'S SAKES
the apology stands in my mouth
twists its arms across its chest all proud
folds its legs and sits criss cross flops down
sorry i could never get this out
SORRY I COULD NEVER GET THIS OUT
my heart is all taped up leaking like a crushed styrofoam cup
lifting lids off manhole covers it's not in the gutter cause it didn't disappear it was always gone...
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nowhere fast
but it's fine
counting down trains from the power lines
hours away
but do you have the time
counting down trains from the power lines
bones they weren't built to last
our baby teeth disappear
and we never grow taller
watch our shadows wave from the street
bloodstains marked on my ID
it's just a smiley face
they look like smiley faces
public parks and the roads that lead us out of Virginia
leaving Richmond, Virginia
nowhere fast
but it's fine
counting down trains from the power lines
hours away
but do you have the time
counting down trains from the power lines
handwriting
just another extension of you
pillow forts made out of the couch
the cases say our names
fill the room no smoke detectors
the strobes keep the pace
good morning we're already gone
the strobes keep the pace
fill the room no smoke detectors
the strobes keep the pace
good morning
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8. |
Overgrown
01:30
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overgrown
you used to look out see those perfect rows
cherry or beefsteak tomatoes
and we thought we'd never have to go to the grocery store again organic homestead instead
we made gardening miscaluclations
we were in over our heads
tucking these plants into their bed s
~snuggle pillows~
neglect the soil til it's springtime
blame the rain, it never rains quite right
vines crawl up just to fall back down
the ripe fruits find themselves in squirrel mouths
seed packets emptied out
we feed the bugs
they eat it up and eat up
we forgot to carry the one, the addition didn't add up
we were in over our heads (you said)
wrestle these plants into their bed s
tomatoes never grew we did too
last night out there on the vine
i think five of them got ripe
a few of em end up in these rascals mouths
next year we'll figure it out
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9. |
Apple Sauce
01:42
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we're linked together
like locks chained to a bridge
pinky promise
with our knotted fingertips
bundles upon bundles
of clothes they're stained
with apple sauce that's been
packed away
letters in the lunchbox
no context
everything we say comes out in double negatives
oh
I don't know
if
I can
stand to see
that
floral print
floral print
floral print
again
bundles upon bundles
of clothes they're stained
with apple sauce that's been
packed away
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10. |
Gaps Between Yr Teeth
01:30
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a choir of voices on both sides
and gaps between your teeth
foot down my throat
coughing to the beat
the sixteenth day of every month
forget where I sleep
pleasantries won't cut it (oh)
pleasantries won't cut it
the sixteenth day of every month
pleasantries won't cut it
the sixteenth day of every month
forget where I sleep
pessimistic wishes you always knew better
mental image
couldn't look you in the eye
oakley sunglasses
couldn't look you in the eye
oakley sunglasses
couldn't look you in the eye
oakley sunglasses
couldn't look you in the eye
another
another
another
another
another
another
another
another
a little too much to drink so I'll take you home
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11. |
How Do Fish Sleep?
02:07
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(instrumental)
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12. |
2001 Mariners (Reprise)
00:26
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and we didn't make it back then
and we're never gonna get back there again
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13. |
1983-1998 Orioles
02:23
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the kids are sleeping and i guess i should be too
but not now, i'll shave time, finding things i wish i shared with you
we're playing 10,000 games in a row like 4 cal ripkens
and i am not an iron man, i am a tired man
and i am not much more than scrolling thru a phone
and time and time again, i yawn and stretch and stand
and i am not much use, awake and all alone
can i sit this one out
and i am not an iron man, i am a tired man
and i am hitting .200 (in) this batting cage alone
but time again, step into my stance
but i am not much use, i fiddle with the tone
can i end this streak? two six three two
2,600 and some
when 2,131 would be enough
is it giving up
are the kids waking up
and how do you fake it when you don't want to play catch anymore
i feel like the guy who replaced him, what was his name yeah i don't know
everyone has their own streak
keep those numbers on the increase
everybody has their own streak
keep those numbers on the increase
someone had to be the one to replace him
for game 2,633
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